Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, Complete

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"He has me," Louison was heard to say, yet seemingly not in fear. Lights
were brought. Louison and the fiddler were gone, the stranger's cloak and
half of a false moustache were on the floor, while Gwen was jammed into
the barrel and was kicking desperately to get out. When released he rushed
for the river-side where he had seen the boat. Two figures flitted before
him, but he lost sight of them, and in the silence and loneliness his
choler began to cool. Could it really have been the devil? An owl hooted
in the bush. He went away in haste. There was a rumor in after years that
Beaurain was an actor in a company that went up and down the great river
on a barge, and that a woman who resembled Louison was also in the troupe.
But Gwen never told the story of his disappointment without crossing
himself.